Lumi watched Marluxia ascend the stairs.

He stayed in the hallway, listening. He glanced up at the ceiling as he heard Marluxia walk around upstairs, the creaking floor giving away his position.

He didn't like the house at all. It might have been tolerable if it was newer, or modernised, but he doubted that there would ever be any sort of renovation that could shave enough years off the old brick and plaster to suit him.